PHYSICIANS AND SOCSETY.‘
'Au English Doctor Vz'ho Accuses His Pro-
fessional Brethren of Humbug.
Dr. J. Burney Yeo of England has
published an elaborate article on “Med-
icine and Society” which has stirred up
the medical profession. The lines have
of late been drawn very tight around
the regular school of medicine. It was
Supposed almost that its members could
‘do no wrong. They were regarded as
infallible, and legislation has conferred
upon the profession very great privi-
leges. It therefore causes a shock to
have one of the leading lights of the
profession stand up and declare that
medical men are guilty of a vast
amount of quackery and humbug. that
they charge exorbitant fees f0; small
services, that they are arbitrary and un—
just in their relations to society, and
jealous and mean in their relations to
one another. All this the doctor 31-
leges.
He first deals with the Specialists
who confine their attention to a single
organ, such as the nose, liver, kidneys
or lungs. These specialists whom the
public esteems so highly the doctor re-
gards as on a very low plane and a deb-
radation to the profession. He says
that a man of very limited ability can
acquire in a short time a certain famil-
iai‘ity in the management of a single
organ, and by merely identifying him-
self with the treatment of that organ,
and compiling some work on the sub-
ject, however small its merit, he is able
' to advertise himself as a skillful spe-
cialist and earn a large income. More-
over, he soon begins to charge large
fees. The doctor thinks that society
is beginning to resent the increased cost
of medical and surgical help and get-
ting to look on the members of the
medical profession as more mercenary
- and less disinterested than they used
to be. Thus the relations between the
profession and society are to some .ex—
tent less cordial. Cases ’are now fre-
quent in law courts which testify to
this fact.
Dr. Yeo’s views as to extravagant
charges of specialists is amply con-
firmed by every—day experience in New
York City. Quite recently a specialist
for the brain acknowledged charging
$1,200 for a pretended operation which
was never performed, and the writer of
this article recently saw a bill for $500,
charged for an operation on the eye
which did not occupy more than three
minutes. To this amount $250 was
added to: two weeks’ board in the eye
specialists’ private hospital, making
$750 in all for an operation for which
35130 would have been ample compen~
cation.
Another trouble that exists between
physicians and society relates to the
so-called etiquette by which society is
coerced in the selection of consultants.
Physicians claim the right to name the
doctor who shall be called in consulta-
tion, and the consent of the attending
physician is absolutely necessary before
any consultation can be held. Should
the patient desire the aid of a physician
belonging to a different school of medi-
cine from that in which the attending
physician has been educated, a peremp-
tory refusal is at once given. Dr. Yes
considers this dictatorial conduct of the
medical profession unjust and likely to
bring it into disrepute; in fact, he de-
nounces such acts as “trade union re-
strictions.” Society claims perfect free-
dom to consult whom it chooses. either
privately or in the presence of the fam-
ily physician, and Dr. Yeo, speaking
simply as acitizen, says he has no doubt
on this point; that society is in the
right. ‘
Troubles of a Dian With a Draft.
A correspondent of the Washington
Star, says one of the most dejected
looking men I ever saw was at the Eb
bit House the other night. For five
days he had been without means to buy
a cigar or even get shaved. I had a
slight acquaintance with him, and he
told me the story of his troubles. He
said:
“I came here to visit the city. expect
ing to go to New York on business, but
I cannot get away. I had a good deal
of money, and took ‘the precaution to
put $1,000 in the form of a New York
draft. leaving myself what I thought
would be enough. I have the draft but
am out of cash, and for five days Ihave
watched the papers hoping to see that
some one I know is in the city, but in
vain. I cannot even send a letter to
tell how I am situated and get money.
No one will cash the draft or even loan
me enough money on it to get back to
New York, where I could send back and
get it, for the reason I cannot be identi-
fied. I have very little baggage, and
am afraid to ask the hotel clerks for
fear they will be suspicious of me and
make me leave without any place to go.
Thebanks won’t touch it, and I haven’t
a friend. I generally smoke constantly
but I cannot get a cigar. My heard is
five days’ old, my linen is all in the
laundry and I can’t get it because it is
impossible to raise half a dollar. I
have no business here, and just walk
the streets or visit the hotels hoping
that I may find a friend.”
I happened to go fishing once with a
bank cashier, who fortunately remem-
beredme, and as my acquaintance put a
rat roll of bills in his pocket he grasped
are by both hands, thanked me with a
xxoice full of emotion, and started for
me nearest barber shop. a», ‘
Quite Right, Mr. Billtops.
‘Ezra,” said Mrs. Billtops, “you
often hear of the hardships of sailors
handling the wet and frozen sails in
winter, don’t you?”
“Yes, Elizabeth,” said Mr. Billtops,
“and terrible they must be, too.”
“But you never ear any one say any-
thing about the hardships of women
hanging out clothes in such weather as
this, do you?"
‘ “No, Elizabet ,” said Mr. Billtope
with sudden energy, .f‘but you ought
to.”——New York Sun,
What we want in this world is more
of the men whose acts are per-pen»
dicular. . '
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‘ RABIES-PROOF pose. '
.1 Simple Operation, ‘Vhen Performed.
Has Proved of Value
William Lawyer, who is an old man
has always been fond of dogs and be
for. a-lwuys performed an operation on
all the animals he has owned to pre.
vent them from having rabies. Hc'has
had but one animal'afi’ected, and in
this case he failed to take the precau-
tion as he had done with the other‘
dogs.
When he was 17 years of age a Ger- I
man blacksmith, who lived at Han-
over, Pa., owned two puppies. He
offered to teach Lawyer a certain trick
which he declared would be of use to
him. Taking one of the dogs, the
blacksmith placed it in a boot top, and,
pulling its mouth open, pulled the ani-
mal’s tongue out. Then he took a sharp
knife and made a slit under the dog’s
tongue, then took an awl and forced
out a small worm. When he had com-
pleted the operation the blacksmith
asked Lawyer to try his hand on the
other animal, which he did. The
blacksmith then said: “These dogs
will never have the hydrophobia. If
they are bitten by a mad dog their
jaws will lock and they will not be
able to open them.”
One of his dogs, which had been
treated by this process, was bitten by
a dog which was mad, and in a few
days the mouth of Mr. Lawyer’s dog
became locked and the animal died
without inflicting any injury to any
one—Baltimore Sun.
HE DRANK LAMP OIL.
Hadn’t the Heart to Sphil the Fun, and
Therefore Swallowed the Stuff.
One night Munden the actor (relates
a musical contemporary) was playing
in The Committee as Obadiah, and
Jack Johnstone as Teague, who has to
ply Obadiah from a black bottle. Such
extraordinary and unusual grim-aces
did Munden make as he took down his
draughts that not only did‘the audi-
ence break into convulsions of laugh-
ter, but Johnstoue himself grew al-
most hysterical. The moment, how-
ever, that Mundcn was borne from the
stage and the drop fell, he leaped up
and screamed for a stomach-pump.
“I‘m a dead man,” he shouted—“I’m
poisoned! \l'herc‘s the villian
that filled that bottle? Ugh, oh! Hang
it, sir, it‘s lamp oil—lamp oil, sir, every
drop of it!” Johnstone had the empty
bottle in his hands—lie smelt. lt was
too true. The property-man in haste
bad mistaken the lamp-oil for sherry
and vater. “But why in the name of
all that is holy," said Johnstone, “why
Joe, did you allow me to pour the
whole of the filthy stuff down your
throat when a look or a word would
have stopped me?" Munden’s reply
was worthy of an enthusiastic actor.
“Jack.” he gasped out, “my dear boy,
so I should, but there was such a glor-
ious roar at the first face I made that
I had not the heart to spoil the scene,
though I thought I should have died
every time you poured a fresh gulp.”
Lucky for the Burglar.
The butler of a peer discovered a
burglar hiding in the china closet one
evening about nine o'clock. Being by
far the stronger man of the two, the
butler took the depredator to his mas-
ter, who happened to be in his study at
the time, and asked whether he should
send for a policeman. ,
“Of course,” replied his lordship; “or.
father," added he, with the instinct of
self-preservation, “I’ll ring for one’?;
and so saying he rang the bell.
A servant appeared, whom his lord~
ship requested to “go into the kitchen
and bring up a policeman or two.” The
domestic returned and said there were
no policemen on the premises.
“\Vhatl” exclaimed his lordship, in
incredulous tones, “do you mean to tell
me that with a cook, two scullery-
maids, and three housemaids in my
employ. there is no policeman in my
kitchen? It is indeed a miracle, and
our prisoner shall .' reap the benefit.
Iamcs, let the man go instantly!”
A Grewsome Reminder.
It is announced by a Bulgarian journ-
al that the ex-Premier’s Widow has
had her husband’s hands, which were
amputated by the surgeons after the
murderous attack, embalmed and
placed under a glass case in the dead‘
man’s chamber. The hands are
crossed like two fencing gloves, and
behind is a hideous photograph of
Stambuloff, showing‘him in all the hor-
ror of his terrible wounds just after
his death. In speaking of these grew-
some relics Mme. Stambuloff said: “I
have preserved these mutilated tokens
of my dear husband in order to keep
constantly before the eyes of my chil-
dren the great crime of his death.”—
New York Tribune.
Fully Explained.‘
“Spell ferment and give its defini-
tion,” requested the school teacher.
‘ “F-c-r-m-c-n-t, ferment, to work,” rc-
spondcd a diminutive maiden.
“Xow place it in a sentence, 'so that
C may be sure you understand its mean-
.ng,” said the teacher.
“In summer I would rather play out-
of-doors than ferment in the school
dOUéC,” returned the small scholar
with such decided frankness and un-
:onscious- humor that the teacher
found it hard to suppress a smile.—
I’hiladclphia Times.
In 3 Fix.
The Boss—Why didn‘t you come to
work yesterday?
The Clerk—Oh, I was so sick all day
I couldn’t get cut of bed.
The Boss—Then why didn't you let
me know you couldn’t come?
The Clerk—Didn’t have anybody to
send—in fact. I had to get up and go‘
out for a doctor myself.
And the sick man got the sack—Rox-
bury Gazette. ' ‘
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JIM WOOD RETIRES.
Forty-five Years In the Central’s Service.
" The Commodore’s Engineer.”
There are few railroad men in this
section and along the line of the Con-
traLHudson who do not know-James
“I. Wood, who has been in continuous
service on the Central for the past for-
ty-flve years. He is now 63 years of
age, and as his sight is failing he has
been retired from active ,scrvice and
will hereafter run a local locomotive in
Rochester.
He first served as a fireman on a
locomotive on the Syracuse and Au-
burn Railroad, running the old-fusi-
ioned wood-burners over the strap
rails of that period. Later, when the
direct road was built between Syra-
cuse and Rochester, he was. in the-
freight service, and on account of his
reliability and skill earned the favor
of Dean Richmond, then president of
the‘ railroad. Commodore Cornelius
Vanderbilt, who later became presi-
dent of the’linc, was also attracted to
Jim \Vood and for years he was known
as “The Commodore’s engineer," Com~
modore Vanderbilt was always pulled
over the road by Jim Wood, and it was
said no other engineer would make
speed fast enough for him. Once he
run so fast that Commodore Vander-
bilt pulled the bell cord.
Jim Wood was the pioneer of fast
time on the railroads of this country,
and for years his records led the world.
March 1, 1876, he made a run from
Buffalo to Syracuse, 157.74 miles, in
2 hours and 45 minutes. James Gor-
don Bennett had chartered a special
train, and Jim W'ood showed how fast
it could go. His trip from Rochester-
to Syracuse in 1878, when he made 81
miles in 83 minutes, was a wonder at
the time.
Jim Wood is the most famous of rail-
road engineers. He is not only' ad-
mired for his courage at the throttle,
but is respected for the many qualities
he Iiosscsscs. It is no discredit to him
at his age to 'be assigned an easier
berth.—-—Utica Observer.
Freaks of’Vanity.
One of the prettiest girls in town is
temporarily in retirement owing to a
misguided attempt to improve nature's
handiwork, She has beautiful hair,
but in color it is rather a (lull brown,
and lacks utterly the burnished mahog-
any tint every really correct woman
wears. She didn’t want to bleach the
hair. Peroxide is vulgar. She didn’t
want to touch it up with salts of tartar,
for that ruins it. Somebody suggested
dyeing it with henna. She tried it. At
present she has the most beautiful
hair imaginable, a dull, dark red, but,
unfortunately, her scalp is as red as
her hair, and as the color has so far
defied all efforts to remove it she is not
showing herself these days. She hopes
the red will wear off in time, and hope
is cheap. '
There is really no limit to the things
a woman will do when she sets out to
beautify herself, and there never will
be a limit until the most artistically
beautiful woman ceases to be the most
admiéed. Just now Washington wom-
en are following a fad which is not
only foolish, but dangerous as well.
They are (lying their eyelashes. No
matter what the color of your hair and
eyebrows may be, it is the fad of the
moment to shade yourcyes with lashes
of jet. They, are supposed to lend
clear-mess to the eyes and increase their
apparent size. Even in the hands of a
competent “beauty doctor” the pro-
cess is dangerous, and when the novice
attempts to do it for herself the result
is often a series of painful visits to the
oculist, as many a girl has discovered
to her sorrow.~—-Washington Post.
Why She Disliked Steamboats.
The wife of a physician who lives in
Fourteenth street tells a story of a dis-
tant kinswoman of hers who was her
guest during the Christian Endeavor
Convention. The kinswoman. lives in
an inland New England town, and
when she came to Washington she
spept one night of the journey on board
a steamboat. It was the first time she
had ever traveled by water. She
reached Washington extremely fa-
tigued. The doctor’s wife remarked it.
“Yes. I’m tired to death,” said the
kinswoman. “I don‘t know .as I care
to travel by water again. I ~road the
card in my stateroom about how to
put the life prescrver on, and I thought
I understood it. but I guess I didn’t,
though. Some way, I couldn't scam to
go to sleep with the thing on.”—‘»‘.’ash-
ington Post.
ABoy's Bicycle Lawn Blower.
I never walk about in the town with-
out being impressed with the ingenuity
of the small boy, A few afternoons ago
I was passing a house out on the road
to the Soldiers’ Home. It was rather a
handsome house, with a wide sweep of
velvety lawn; windingly intersected
by a cement driveway. A boy of about
fourteen was cutting the narrow fringe
of grass beside the driveway. He was
mounted on a bicycle, and as he rode
he pushed the lawn mower along be-
side him. Of course. it was much hard— -
or work than walking with the grass
cutter would have been and a deal
slower in the doing, but no real live
boy is ever going to let such trifling
considerations as those have weight
with him—Washington Post.
A Cautious Financier.
During a winter visit to Florida, An-
drew Carnegie attended a'scrvice in a.
little negro church. When the contri.‘
bution plate came around, Mr. Carne-
‘gie dropped a five-dollar bill upon it;
After the contents of the. plate had
been counted, the clergyman arose and.
announCed: “Brethren and slsters,the
collection this even‘ing'seems to figure
up six dollars and forty-four cents,and
if the five-dollar bill contributed by the
gentleman from the North is genuine,
the repairs on the sanctuary willbegiu
Immediately.”
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,. leLLlAM MORRIS’S WILL.
He Didn‘t ‘Dispose of it as a socialist was
Expected to. . ,
The will of Wililam Morris would
hardly. call for notice if the testat‘or
had not been a leader of Socialism. As '
it is, it may serve to illustrate, not an.
inconsistency on his part, but the most
persistent of the popular errors about
Socialism. It is from first to last the
will of a “hen bourgeois.” It deals with
the very respectable personal'cstate of
£55,000, and in its disposal of the same .
it shows the highest appreciation of
the rights of property.
The money goes to the wife and chil-
dren, just as it might have gone if the
testator had been a mere capitalist.
The widow is‘to have “at least a thous-
and a year.” The trustees are to deal
with the business of Morris & ‘00., as
with any other sublunary concern for
money-making—to form it into a com~
puny if they see fit. and to manage it
themselves, or appoint managers, as
lhey may think best. Even the library
is to be sold. So far as can be judged
by the abstract, little or nothing is "’
lrittered away on public objects. Kelm-
scott House is not to become a phal~
{ulster-y; and no part of the £55,000 is
to go to the endowment of research in
schemes of community life. The “com—
rades" of Socialism, in fact, are cut off
with less than a shilling.
’This only serves to show that Social-
ism as now professed is not commun-
lty of goods, if indeed it ever was. It
may still be the state as municipal.
employer, if the state should care to
buy up the business of Morris & Co, at
market value, but it leaves the owners
of that sound-going concern to have
1nd to hold as much private property
as they can manage to amass—London
Daily News. . -
IAN U N EXPECT ED LEGACY.
l‘hc Effect of a. Boston \Voman‘s Kindness
and Sunny Face.
About six years ago the Grand Army
' of the Republic held one of its annual
Ito-unions in Boston.
In the big W'cstern delegation came.
a man from Ohio, and on this particu-
lar visit to Boston hangs a most in—
teresting story. This man’s name is
withheld by request, but it is reported
that he was a retired Shoe merchant.
His eyes were so bright and he was
so extremely good natured that even
lhc good woman with whom he board-
ed did all she possibly could to make
his temporary stay a pleasant one.
Mrs. Jennie McKenncy, for that is
her name, has ’a bright, winning face
and sunny disposition. "
'He remained at her house about two
veeks, and after his return to his
home she did not hear from him. But
four weeks ago, when her household
affairs were most pressing, ,sh'e re-
ceived a summons to come to a cer—
tain town in Ohio, where the man be‘
fore mentioned had lived, and only re-
cently diedi It was found that he had
considerable wealth, and Mrs. McKen<
ncy, the hard. working women with‘
whom he had boarded during those
eventful two weeks of the Grand
Army encampment, was mentioned in
the will. -
“Such great good fortune came so
suddenly that it quite startled me,” .
said Mrs. McKenney, “but, neverthe-
less, I got ready and started for the
West, leaving a friend to manage the
house for me.” That friend, Mrs. Lena '
McDougal, has certainly no reason to
regret her kindness, for since Mrs. Mc«
Kenney returned on Christmas Eve
with a legacy of $35,000 from the estate
of her benefactor. she has cancelled
the mortgage of $400 held on Mrs. Mc-
Dougal's property—Boston Globe.
“'asn’t Able to Live on Souls. . (
Kclergyman whose salary had not
been paid for several months told the
trustees that he must have his money,
is his family were suffering for want
of the necessaries of life.
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“Money!” exclaimed one of the trus- -
tees, noted for his stinginess, “do you-
preach for money? I thought you
preached for the good of souls.”
The minister replied:—
“So I do; but I can’t eat souls. And
if I could, it would take a thousand
such as yours to make a meal.” '
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